March 31st, 2012

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From the Battlefield

B2MeM Challenge- Waters - underwater scene; Last Lines -There wouldn't be any decent wine, would there?;First lines -The cold passes reluctantly from the earth and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills resting.;Tolkien's Trees - Elm.;Injuries and other ailments- Cough; Canon couples - Denethor/Finduilas

Format: 500 word FLF

Genre: angst.family

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Denethor

Pairings: Denethor/Finduilas

Summary: Denethor writes a letter.


The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills resting.

Denethor scrambled to his feet and stretched out his long limbs. He fumbled in his pack and took out writing materials. There was time to write to Finduilas before the rest of the camp was abroad.

He seated himself beneath a nearby elm tree, his back against the trunk and the parchment upon his lap. He began to write.

My dearest wife,

 The campaign is going well and I find myself with a moment of leisure to write to you.

It gladdened my heart to learn that our Boromir is doing so well with his sword practise for one so young. Our son will make a mighty warrior and a great Steward in the fullness of time. I miss my boy so much! He is such a remarkable child.

So Faramir is now a precocious talker who has learned to recite some verses despite his tender years? I am glad the boy is proving intelligent, but hope he will prove as apt with the sword as his brother. You think the little one gives such clever answers that he has the makings of a statesman? A worthy calling, but not in this present age when Gondor has such sore need of warriors.

I hope you are taking care of your health, dear wife, and the cough you have been suffering from these past months is improved. Have you consulted another healer yet? The woman who said you needed sea air obviously didn’t know what she was talking about.

We passed by a great lake yesterday and saw a truly remarkable sight. The water was very clear and the rocks beneath gave the appearance of underwater ruins. It made me think of Númenor of old. I wonder if the ruins appear thus on the ocean bed? We few Men of the West and our beloved Gondor are now all that remain of the former glories of our people. We must fight to our last drop of blood to preserve what is left to us in these latter days.

The camp was now stirring. His men would be awaiting their orders. Denethor dipped his quill in the inkpot and concluded his letter.

Have no fear for my safety, Finduilas. Now I am Ruling Steward, my duty is to command and inspire the men rather than throw myself into the affray. I hope to be reunited with you before Mettarë.

Your loving husband, Denethor, Steward to the House of Anárion.

He sealed the letter and got to his feet. He paused for a moment and looked up at the elm. For some reason the bare branches reminded him of the White Tree. This common elm would sprout in springtime, though, while the White Tree would remain forever lifeless.

A deep melancholy seized Denethor. He called to his servant for breakfast and as an afterthought asked. “There wouldn’t be any decent wine, would there?”

Gilraen

Missing Mother

B2MeM Challenge  Names and Titles of Aragorn - Estel; Snippets of Verse-One must have a mind of winter.

Format: 300 word ficlet

Genre: general, family,angst

Rating: PG

Warnings: none

Characters: Gilraen. Ivorwen. Aragorn

Summary: Gilraen writes to her mother.


These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.

My dearest mother,

The Sons of Elrond are standing here beside me waiting while I pen you a few brief lines.

We are in good health and have been made most welcome in our refuge, but it is not home. I miss you so much as well as father, and Inzilbeth. Has Halbarad grown? I miss my friends too, and my heart is heavy with grief for my husband.

I can at least hope that one day I will see you all again, but not within the circles of the world will I ever behold my husband again! I had truly grown to love him. We shall not see his like again.

Estel is my solace and my pride and joy. One must have a mind of winter not to love him and smile at the things he does and says. He is the sweetest, most affectionate child who charms everyone he meets. He rarely cries or frets for his old life. Our host has provided him with a pony and he loves all animals, especially puppies and kittens. This spring he was much taken with the lambs too and was troubled that he could not bring them indoors.

It troubles me that Estel will have little chance of making friends of his own age. I play with him and make myself smile even when my heart is breaking. I have my child and he is my life and my heart’s joy. I think often on your words about his future and hope your farsight proves true.

I cannot say more, dearest mother, lest unfriendly eyes should chance upon this letter and threaten Estel’s safety. The sons of Elrond have promised to bring your reply when they are able.

I think of you every day, dearest mother,

Your loving daughter.


BTME

Where kisses lead

B2MeM Challenge - Four words - social, weather, virtuous, thirteen
Format: drabble

Genre: humour, romance
Rating: PG

Warnings: mild sexual themes

Characters: Fastred, Elanor, Sam, Rose

Pairings: Fastred/ Elanor, Rose/Sam

Summary: Elanor and Fastred plan their future
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It was perfect weather for a social occasion, such as the Mayor’s birthday. There was food and drink in abundance for all, songs were sung, tales told, and presents given to all .Then there was dancing, supposedly for the young folk, but their elders could still show them a thing or two.

Fastred danced with Elanor three times then took her into the garden and kissed her.

“I’m a virtuous maiden,” she protested. “I did enjoy that, though!”

“Then let us be wed,” said Fastred.

 “Oh, Fastred” cried Elanor. “I’m so happy! Let’s have thirteen children like Ma and Da!”